Just give me an encouraging look

Feeling that the stars are changing, time is passing, and there is a withered heart hidden in the vicissitudes of life. I take the wind to look for sincerity and a supreme soul in the world

Finally, I found it. It's her! My beloved junior middle school Chinese teacher Che Feifei.

"Child", she always likes to call me that. But I think she is also like a child, laughing with us crazily, even leading us out in class to "collect wind" and "go for an outing", finding beautiful peonies, dancing happily like a child. I, we are all children.

At the beginning, because I finished my homework very well every time, she always paid special attention to me. And the first monthly exam proved my outstanding in Chinese. I still remember that she would look at me and smile at me every time in class. That is the purest and cleanest smiling face I have ever seen of adults. Her eyes are bright and pure, full of affirmation and support for me, so that I can move forward all the way and strive to run towards my dream.

It was not until that time that I, who had been proud, understood what failure was.

In the first semester of seventh grade, I was always the League Secretary of the class. In the campaign for League Secretary of this semester, this position that I was proud of fell to others. This event made me feel like I fell from a cliff. I felt incomparably heavy, so I wrote a diary about it on my exercise book. Her reply was "Think carefully about what you have done in the past six months, and find reasons for everything from yourself." Yes! Even these two sentences are not bad at all. It seems that from these two words, I saw her bright eyes again, like two black holes, which let me sink into them. From there, I not only got encouragement, but also understood life. I came out of sadness and started a new and beautiful life.

However, the pain of failure has just passed, and a new round of failure has begun to repeat itself.

I don't know whether it is because my failure to win the election has affected my study. The first Chinese exam result of next semester is extremely poor, which is only an average score in the class. This time, I really hurt. I seem to feel that my whole life is going to be destroyed here! It was her, my Chinese teacher, who kept encouraging me. I remember that I wrote my most sincere and anxious mood in my homework book, and her comment was "Don't lose heart, don't worry. One failure doesn't mean that your learning method is wrong. No matter how good a horse is, it will fail. Keep working hard, and you can do it!". That day, she talked to me. I remember her hand on my shoulder was warm and powerful, and her eyes were full of hope and encouragement. Her tender eyes suddenly became so firm. She let me know that in difficult times, there is such a person, with such a look, who has been behind me and is my most solid backing.

I grew up under the encouragement of her eyes. As she expected, my Chinese score never dropped out of the top three in the class, and even ranked first in the school with a high score of 117 in the last exam of Grade 7! However, I think all these and all the honors should belong to her who has given me infinite inspiration and motivation~

She has the most beautiful eyes, with her eyes, I can freely and bravely stride forward to the front of hope!

One defeat, one encouragement, one eye.

Life, a teacher, a love.